#and sebastian is like deep colors and lots of basics

[calsvoid]

boyfriends who commit fashion crimes <3

[ccalhoun]

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husband!top!sebastian (sdv) x bottom!m!reader oneshot!

warnings: amab male reader, sub reader, soft dom sebastian, husband sebeastian, handjobs, praise kink, size kink, a little overstim, fluff + smut

request: Would you mind doing a Sebastian one? So basically like after marriage so him and the reader are living together, the reader comes home after a long day in the mines and gives him one of his favorite gifts a frozen tear. Could be super fluffy or you could make it a smut if you wanted. But yeah... - huhisthisleagal on wattpad

wc: 1.6k

cut for length!

you sluggishly walked home, exhausted after helping out around town and then spending hours upon hours in the mines. lucky enough, you found a lot of gems that you could sell, and a few frozen teardrops to gift to your husband! you went to the shipping container and carefully put the delicate, multi colored, gems in there. you walked into the house and took a second to take a deep breathe and relax in the warmth. you took off your boots and jacket, remembering to take the frozen tears out of your backpack as you started to look for your husband.

"sebby? sebastian?" you called out, your house was too big at this point to check all the rooms, it was easier to just call for him. "in here!" he replied, yelling from the bedroom. he started to stretch and get up as you walked as quickly as possible to see him. you walked into your room and squealed to see your sleepy husband getting up out of bed to greet you.

"i missed you," you sighed out after running to him and hugging him tightly. a nice long hug from him was your motivation to get through the day, it was so easy to relax around him. "wait, close your eyes and hold open your hand!" you said softly but happily. he complied with a small smile and closed his eyes, holding out a hand and waiting for you to tell him he can open his eyes again. he heard quiet clinking before feeling you drop a couple cold gems into his hand, did you really. . . ? "you can open them now," you said with a small giggle. he already knew what they were of course. he looked at the beautiful gems in his hand before gently setting them down on his bedside table and picking you up in a tight bear hug.

"thank you so much, baby," you mumbled into you ear, your face heated up slightly from the comment before hugging him back almost as tightly. "i love you," he said with a small kiss to your forehead as he set you down.

"i love you too, but i have to shower, sebby," you said with a soft apologetic smile. "can i join you?" he asked sweetly, clearly not trying to force you. you thought for a quick moment before realizing, why not? "yes," you leaned on your tippy toes and gave him a short kiss on the lips and grabbing his hand so he follows you to the bathroom. you made sure your towels were on the towel rack next to the shower before you shut the door and locked it.

before you knew it, sebby was pressed against your back, he turned you around and kissed you on the lips as he started to get your t shirt pulled up. he broke the kiss so he could tell you to lift your arms and help him undress you.

of course you listened, and he gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead before beginning to rub his hand on your back and kissing you in a more eager manner. with some light guiding, you became to rub your cock against his big thing, whimpering and drooling into the kiss. your hands were resting on his hips to steady yourself before sebastian pulled away despite your whine of disapproval.

"shh, calm down silly boy," sebastian muttered, barely audible to hear, but you did, and your body definitely heard as well judging by how you felt your pants get slightly tired and a small whimper almost slipped out before you stopped it.

he took off his black button down, you had hardly realized he was still in his day clothes when you got home at nearly 1 am. you watched in awe as he took off his blue jeans, his bulge clearly showing through his boxers. no matter how many times you saw it, it still surprised you like it was the first time. it wasn't surprising how big it was, considering sebastian was just on the edge of 6'4, but you always forgot how you managed to fit all of it in you everytime.

he let out a small chuckle before helping you take off you jeans as well, carefully unbuttoning them and unzipping them as you embarrassingly watched his hands work. you gave him a kiss on the nose as a thank you when he moved them down enough for you to take them off in a second with no issues, he really was in love with you.

"you want to take off your boxers or can i, honey?" he asked gently, picking up your hand to hold and kissing the back of it as he waited for your response, you thought for a moment before gently pointing at him, too embarrassed to say it out loud. he smiled wider and kissed your hand again, before moving up and kissing your jawline, then your lips, and then finally ending on your neck as he worked on leaving a hickey to distract you from how quickly he was working off your boxers. he put his thumbs under the waistband and gently pulled them off. he separated from your neck to look at your half hard cock.

he smiled and let out a soft 'gooood boy' before spitting on his hand and bringing it to your tip, slowly easing his hand on you, softly rubbing your slit and adoring the way you whimper and whine, grabbing onto his chest to stabilize yourself. after a few seconds he stops and kisses your cheek when your face fills with betrayal. "c'mon baby, be patient," he whispered.

sebastian quickly moved to turn the shower on, the perfect temperatures for the both of you. "does the water feel good?" he asked, moving out of the way so you can feel it, you slowly put your hand under the water before nodding and stepping under it. sebastian steps in behind you, grabbing a bar of soap and rag to help clean your body. he let you go under the water before he helped clean you, as horny as he was he also genuinely wanted to take care of you, nothing sexual involved, just caring for his husband <3

when he was done he helped you clean your hair. he had showered after he woke up as he was planning for this, it was just a happy coincidence that you came home with gifts so he had a good reason to do this with you! he massaged your scalp for a minute for leaning down slightly so he return to messily making out with you. he started to gently get the knots out of your hair before moving his hands down to hold onto your waist. you leaned on your tippy toes and kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck and hardly noticing how your cock was getting rock hard again.

you did notice, however, when sebastian let some water fall on his hand before rubbing your chest, then stomach, and ending slow but tight stroke around you, you let out a moan and involuntarily bucked your hips against his hand. he smiled widely, continuing to kiss you as he started to jerk you off faster, letting out small groans as you desperately held onto him, bucking your hips and whimpering in his arms.

you could feel his cold wedding ring rubbing against you, squeezing your tip, you were gasping and moaning with no breaks from the feeling, god how did you get so lucky?

he broke apart from the kiss, "good boy, doin' so well for me," you whined again before hiding your face in his chest so you wouldn't have to look at him in such a desperate state. he noticed and frowned slighlty, keeping a hand jerking you off as his other moved to make you look him in the eyes, usually when you can't look at him it's because you're getting close to cumming, and why wouldn't he want to make you make eye contact as you cum? <3

his hand fits naturally on your jaw and moves your face to look at him, yet another whimper comes out of you as you realize just how close you are. "s-sebby! please, please! don't stop," you begged, your mind becoming mush faster than normal, your day really tired you out. "shhh, it's okay, baby, i got you," he smiled wide as he spoke, seeing your eyes gently roll back into your head and you trying to hold back how loud your moans became as you continued to basically hump sebastian's hand. you came quickly, cumming all over his hand and stomach and he drew out your orgasm as long as possible before you started trying to push his hand off your cock from overstimulation.

"ok, i think it's time for bed," he kissed the side of your head and quickly washed your cum off his stomach, and making eye contact with you as he licked some off his hand before washing the rest off. he turned off the water and dried you off first, being extra careful when he cleaned your oversensitive cock.

"wait, but you're still hard," you stuttered as you watched him quickly dry himself off, "i'll deal with it later, it's bedtime for you, don't worry about it," he reassured as he led you out of the bathroom and sat you on your shared bed. he grabbed you a pair of your boxers and a pair of his so you two could cuddle closer in bed <3 he put on his and intently watched you to make sure you could put on yours fine.

sebastian pulled back the blankets on your side of the bed, picking you up and laying you down, putting the blanket over you and tucking you in. then he quickly got in himself, immediately moving closer to you to so he could be the big spoon and cuddle you all night!

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[bohobooks]

Sebastian sallow one shot: Sebastian breaks a rule just to make reader smile

I love this idea!

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Request: Sebastian sallow one shot: Sebastian breaks a rule just to make reader smile.

Description: Y/N has been having a rough time after the death of Professor Fig. They just go through the motions and fake smiles. Sebastian notices this, and decides he's gotta get to you to make you smile- rules be damned.

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"Honestly, yes. I think they need that." Poppy smiled at the idea Sebastian presented, "It should be easy to actually get you into our dorms, but we need you to go unnoticed by the others. I don't want anyone turning you in because they have a thorn in their side."

Sebastian hummed in thought, the idea coming to him, "I got it! Y/n has a stash of Polyjuice potion! You distract them for the day, and I can disguise myself as you! Although I'm sure I'll need help decorating..."

Poppy thought for a second, munching on the honey bun that Sebastian had brought her to butter her up. "Whats Anne up to? I know she's feeling better, and I feel like she'd love this. She can disguise herself as y/n."

Sebastian grins, "Poppy, you genius little creature. Maybe you should have been in Ravenclaw."

Poppy laughs, "Maybe, Sallow. Maybe. I'll get y/n out of the castle tomorrow... and I'll sneak you our hair tonight at dinner. I'll tuck it into a book and act like you let me borrow it."

Sebastian hopped up in excitement, "Wonderful, I'll write to Anne right away. Thank you, Poppy."

Poppy watched the boy begin to strut away, laughing to herself. That kid was so head over heels for y/n.

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"Poppy. I love you, I really do. But please tell me where it is you're dragging me?" You force a laugh as your friend pulls you through the back alley of some small hamlet you've surprisingly never been too.

"Just wait-" she pulls you through the narrow exit of the alley, straight into a street out of a fairytale. A cobblestone road, lined on either sides with shops with thatched roofs. Beautiful jack o lanterns  line the walkways, and leaves flutter through the air like butterflies.  You can't help but take a deep breath, amazed.

"Oh, Poppy." You breathe out, looking at the scene infront of you. There's a flower shop, a bakery, a book store, a clothing store... it's all amazing.

"I thought you could use a nice, calm day. So I brought you to my favorite place." Poppy smiles at you proudly.

"Let's go, we've got lots of shopping to do!"

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Meanwhile, the Sallow twins stood in the detention room, knowing there was no way they'd get caught in there.

"Poppy's Polyjuice looks like sunshine." Anne watched in amazement as sebastian swirled the bottle.

Her eyes fell back to the bottle in her hand, in which a gossamer liquid swirled, so deeply amber that in certain lights it appeared black. Sebastian looked up from under his brows at his sister, laughing at the apprehensive look in her eyes, "Y/n drank a Polyjuice potion that turned them into Professor Black. They said it looked like someone bottled vomit. you'll be just fine." He held out the bottle and clicked it against Anne's, "Slàinte."

She huffed a small laugh, returning the cheers before downing the bottle. For a moment, the twins felt nothing- then all at once, their bones began shifting. Muscles and skin stretched and shrank, hair growing and changing color. 

Before they knew it, they both stood there staring at each other... well. Sort of.

"I never realized how much smaller Poppy is than me," Sebastian chuckled, looking around at his now small frame basically swimming in his clothes.

Anne laughed, but it came out as y/n musical laugh that Sebastian had grown to love so much... the laugh he hadn't heard in ages, "Seb, I'm really hoping you brought their uniforms to change into?"

Sebastian laughed, taken aback by the girlish sound, "Yeah, here. In my bag."

They quickly changed, Sebastian keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling to he didn't see any part of Poppy that she wouldn't want.

"Seb, really. You didn't even put on the stockings?" Anne laughed.

"No way. Those things are like sausage casinos, and if anyone is eyeing Poppy- well, me- close enough to notice I'll punch them in the nose."

"Fair enough, let's go."

The two managed to make it to the Hufflepuff common room entrance unnoticed, and paused staring at the barrels.

"Well, go ahead." Sebastian gestures to the barrels.

"What? Me? Absolutely not!" Anne scoffed.

"I am NOT about to be squirted by this evil thing."

"This was your idea. Besides, you shouldn't get squirted." Anne rocked back on her heels, and took a few steps back, "Assuming you get it right."

Sebastian huffed, approaching the barrels apprehensivly. He brought his fist to the one that Poppy had indicated, took a deep breath and began the knock.

Hel-ga Huff-le-puff

There was a split second where Sebastian winced, completely sure that he was about to get drenched in the foul smelling liquid, but then the door opened.

"Oh thank Merlin," and let out a sigh of relief, "I was afraid you'd be strayed and I'd have to listen to you whine all day."

Sebastian followed his sister, ducking through the enterance, "Very funny."

Entering the Hufflepuff common room, the twins had to keep the look of awe off of their faces. Where Slytherins common room was dark and elegant, Hufflepuff's was cozy and warm. Plants seemed to grow out of every nook and cranny, and the smell of sweets pervaded the air.

Sebastian and Anne could've explored for hours, if it wasn't for the voice that rang out from a couch a few meters away.

"Oh Poppy! There you are!" Adelaide Oaks scurried over, a huge smile on her face, "I was hoping you could help  me out a bit with this Magical Creatures essay, I've really been struggling with-"

Sebastian cut her off, "No- uh," he cleared his throat attempting to copy Poppy's way of speaking, "I'm sorry, I mean I can't right now. How about later this evening? Y/n will be on a date with Sebastian. But don't tell her that when you see her, it's a surprise."

Adelaide eyes flickered behind Sebastian, to where Anne was standing, "Oh goodness, I guess she knows now! Don't mind me, I didn't get nearly enough sleep. You know me, mind always on puffskiens. Hehe. Well anyways, got to go. See you this evening byee!" Sebastian grabbed his sister's hand, dragging her towards the dorms and away from a befuddled Adelaide.

Anne giggled, "Did you really just say hehe? What the bloody hell was that, Seb?"

Not letting go of her arm, Sebastian continued scurrying down the hallway to the dorm he knew to be Y/n and Poppy's, "I don't know Anne! I panicked, okay? I don't know what girls say!"

"Well, it's definitely not 'hehe'. Atleast in that tone anyway. You're lucky Poppy is known to be an odd ball."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Whatever, come on. Get in here."

The twins closed the door behind them, and turned to inspect the room they were working with.

"This is so cozy!" Anne squealed a bit, looking around. She found her way over to what she knew to be Y/n's bed, picking up a picture frame from the nightstand. Encased behind the glass was a moving picture of y/n, Ominis, and Sebastian. In the center, Ominis is stood with his arms crossed, his face feigning annoyance as y/n pinches his cheeks and throws her head back in laughter. On the other side, Sebastian throws his head back in laughter, then looks at the hufflepuff with such adoration.

"Man Seb," Anne giggles, "You really have it bad for them, huh?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes, "Yes. I do. Now please help me decorate, nosey.

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Poppy and MC finally returned to the castle later than evening, no longer wearing the school robes they had left in. Poppy had forced y/n to buy a new outfit, telling them that retail therapy is the best therapy. Sweeting then proceeded to drag MC to the flower shop where she proceeded to weave all sorts of matching flowers into her hair.

Y/n had to admit, they felt rather attractive for the first time in a long time. Approaching the barrels, they waited for Poppy to knock, complaining, "I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me get any food from the tavern. I'm starving, Poppy!"

Poppy chuckled stepping towards the door as it opens, "How about this; you go put the stuff we bought in out dorm and I'll start working on my homework for a bit. If you're still hungry we will go to the kitchens."

"Ugh," Y/n groaned dramatically, "Fiiiine."

The trek to Y/n and Poppy's dorm was short, and Y/n didn't see anyone. She figured they were all at dinner, where she wished she was. Opening the door, she is assaulted by the smell of sweets.

Entering the room, Y/n is beyond surprised at the scene infront of her. The beds, desks and normal furniture were missing. Instead, the outside of the room was lined with large, soft pillows and blankets, and in the center of the room were short- almost ground level- tables overflowing with all sorts of foods and drinks. The air was warm and inviting, filled with twinkling lights that y/n quickly realized were fire flies. Fairylights covered the walls, and convering the ceiling was a golden shimmering enchantment, unlike anything they had seen before. Their eyes fell to the figure that quickly stood up from the cushions.

Sebastian.

Their voice was light with awe and wonder, "Seb, what is all of this?"

He walked forward, taking her hand and leading them to the cushions near the food, "Well y/n," Sebastian began, "Since everything that's happened, you've been depressed. Rightfully so, of course. But I missed seeing you smile and laugh. Genuinely smile and laugh, not that show you've been putting on for everyone."

MC sat on the floor, Sebastian taking his place beside them as he continued speaking, "So, I thought to myself: what makes y/n smile? Breaking rules, sweets, the stars, and these freaky little twinkling bugs. It took me a bit, but I managed to put them all together."

The cheesy grin full of pride that sat on Sebastians face was enough to make MC laugh, and the though of someone going through all of this, doing all of this, just for them made them tear up.

"Oh Seb, this is amazing." Y/n threw their arms around Sebastian, pulling away after a moment to look at his face. His eyes flickered to Y/n's lips, then scanned their face.

His voice came breathlessly as he tucked a strand of hair behind their ear, "You look breathtaking, by the way."

Sebastian leaned in, pressing his lips lightly to theirs. In a moment, they pull away just enough, their foreheads still touching and smile on their face, "Seb, if you wanted to make me smile all you had to do was kiss me."

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[blackbutler-mylove]

Hello! I love seeing the Black Butler fandom come back from the grave and I feel like it will stay alive for a while until 2024. Unlike the time Queen Elizabeth died and brought it back to life for a few weeks.

Anyways, I have a Ciel x reader. Basically it’s Ciel with a reader that’s gets called “Lady of the Night” because of her dark and mysterious appearance that represents the night. She talks like she’s a character from Edger Allen Poe’s poems and looks like she came straight out of a Tim Burton film. It can be hc of Ciel before he made the reader his s/o and after. Or it can be a oneshot. It’s up to you!

Thank you and have a good day!

Thank you so much!

This headcanon takes place before the « big reveal » ;)

Ciel his still his canon age and reader is 14! (So a one year gap)

°Ciel met you during a very boring reception between the heads of some of most important brands in England. Tea, silks, furniture, land, cattle and well, his toy company.

°Small talk is something ciel is very good at, but absolutely despises. That’s why after his usual tactical greetings, he decided to just sit by a table with a small glass of champagne, Sebastian standing by his side.

°The only thing slightly amusing to do was to watch the other nobles go about their empty conversations.

°That’s where your father comes in. He’s been widowed for seven years, and was at the head of a very important jewelry and ornaments company. Ciel knew that he decided very early on to include the input of his young daughter in his commercial decisions, but the daughter in question was rarely seen.

°Ciel never met you, despite his numerous interactions with your father. Well, until tonight.

°He saw you walking at your father’s side, wearing a very deep and dark plum colored dress. Wearing an array of silver jewelry from your family’s company and striking eye makeup, that made your eyelids look like they were adorned with lace. An odd way for a lady to present herself…

°Ciel got up from his seat and got closer to the small circle that formed around you two, made by very intrigued nobles looking to poke and prod at you with their questions.

°As he greeted your father for the first time this evening, he noticed you were completely unbothered by the indiscreet questions thrown your way, answering with as much bluntness and a whimsy tone.

° « Pray tell my dear, have you found yourself a betrothed yet? »    « It is not one of my priorities. »

°Here’s something he always dreamed of saying… He went to greet you and kissed your hand, but before he could say anything you perked up: « You have the most beautiful eye, my lord. »

°Sebastian chuckled under his breath as he saw his lord lose his composure.

°For the rest of the evening, you and Ciel sat down as you talked, and you even showed him the small sketchbook you carried around to draw down your ideas for new jewelry. 

°You even started to draw a small portrait of him with a certain crow perched on his shoulder, which he didn’t even notice as he was hanging on each word you said. When he asked about the bird, you replied that « Sebastian made me think of one, it is a simple artistic liberty. Crows are very intelligent animals. »

°When you had to return home, you gifted him the portrait. « We will need to meet again soon, lord Phantomhive. You are truly an inspiration. » You said with a shier tone.

°He was blushing each time he thought of you on his ride back to the manor, and he would be caught dead before anyone knew he smiled while he was in bed that night. Much to Sebastian’s amusement.

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I wrote about how they met! I can image that they kept meeting up after that, and the "lady of the night" might have gotten herself into a lot of the phantomhive's shenanigans!

[xerith-42]

I decided to watch Void Paradox

I'm about five minutes into the first episode and I'm still not entirely sure if this is a good idea or not, but Laurance has already spoken like three lines of dialogue and I felt my heart wrench at just one of them, so clearly I'm in too deep now.

This post serves as my live tweeting/mental break down that I am currently having as we speak. It is very incomprehensible because it is literally just my thoughts as they happen, and given how much I have to say, I'll probably make proper posts out of a lot of these points once I finish the series.

This mess is just giving you a taste of the madness I truly posses.

I am only three minutes in before I have to pause and feel the urge to scream about how bad the dialogue in Aphmau series can be. Like this series is fairly okay, especially based on the standard set by her other shows but man... something is just not working here. The whole thing feels very clunky and while I can get the gist of what Jess is going for, the execution of said gist is leaving a lot to be desired.

[Laurance shows up]

nevermind Laurance is on screen and fully voice acted everything is better

Literally nobody talk to me I need to scream about Laurance Zvahl because he is EVERYTHING in this series. The way he very softly says Aph's name when he sees her, the immediate instinct to hug her because he's so relieved to see her, the fact that you can hear the smile in his voice the minute he registers that she's there and alive!! AUGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!

And I literally screamed when he revealed that he was transported to this AU right at the end of season 1. Oh my Irene, I screamed. I collapsed. I was truly defeated by a single line of dialogue. I don't know where this series is going to go but I am here for it. And the fact that he knows Garroth did it and hid it from her???

I can't overstate how genuinely healing it is to hear Laurance fully voice acted. I know Sebastian Todd is retired from voice acting, but when he retired, he took down all his posts, including what I considered to be a comfort video. That video of him reading iconic Laurance lines from before he was in mcd/lines he just didn't act? That video was my everything when I was trying to hold onto this version of the character I knew I loved who was different to what Jess made him. When that video got taken down it was a major cowabummer bc there's so little properly voice acted Laurance content that isn't mcd Season 3 or My Street stuff (and I can't stand My Street like 80% of the time)

Hearing his voice, hearing him get to be properly expressive, it's just doing things to me man. I missed this character a lot. I've mostly been enjoying him through fan content or my own work. It's nice to say I enjoy a piece of canon content involving him, at least so far.

Still not sure how I feel about literally anything else. The whole relationship between Aph and Tommy feels very... weird. She describes herself as "basically his mother" after she's left with him, and treats him like it in the opening scene. But then when he's mocking her for being attracted to Laurance (so relatable), it seems really weird for a [checks wiki] 14 year old kid to be calling out his mom for finding someone hot. Feels a lot more like sibling dialogue to me? Which I guess they could be seen as siblings, but the series explicitly stated that she views it like motherhood??? But I don't think Jess is even thinking that deeply about it, I just over analyze her work for fun at this point.

Okay what the actual fuck is going on with the inside of this house???

Why is the color scheme purple and yellow? And not in any kind of flattering way which is possible with opposite colors, it just has both of them. The wallpaper changes when you get into the living room except not entirely on the windows, and in an earlier scene it looked like it wasn't even put onto all of the walls. And the wood that she used as supports just does not compliment either of these colors as they are. Just make it all purple, you know you want to Jess.

Also is the texture on the table and the glass the same??? I don't know a damn thing about modding or making texture/data packs for minecraft but that just seems. odd.

Laurance: mentions the nether Me: [screams just a little]

Tommy: shows up and gives a random ass lore dump Aph: Kay thanks go back to your room

"I don't know what I can do to help."

"Just be there for me. I just need someone to ground me right now."

I literally want to shake Laurance around like a rag doll and give him a stupid kiss on his stupid fucking face UGH why can't I be normal about this block man and his stupid feelings?!?! The way his voice breaks as despair sets in?? The fact that he's no doubt pieced together that Garroth probably stole the amulet and plans to use it to hurt Aph and he can't do anything about it?? I'm literally losing it.

How did I not watch this series before.

Literally about to cry over him just calling Aph "M'lady" out of pure instinct. He didn't consciously do that. He just misses her that much.

oh no spooky evil alternate Laurance or whatever--

MAN I'm so happy I decided to watch this series. This was probably a mistake though :)

[mainerowe]

LA TASK 01.

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? - Jermaine Sebastian Rowe

Where and when were you born? - Boston, Massachusetts. 12/09/1989

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) - Mother: Nicki Rowe is an elementary school teacher and has been for over twenty years. She's wonderful with children and is very known and love for her work in the community. She's heavily in her community, church and is close with her son. Father: Ron Diaz is a fire fighter who lives in Miami with his now third wife and their children. When Maine was in high school it was in the agreement for him to spend the summers with his father. His father was always busy, conversations were awkward and dull. It wasn't until Jermaine was in college that his father wanted a real relationship with him, but they haven't spoken since.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? - He has step siblings that he doesn't speak with, he doesn't know what they're like.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. - He lives alone in Long Beach, California in a beach home in a gated community.

What is your occupation? - College basketball coach for UCLA.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. - He's 6 foot 2, 204 pounds with a short cut, facial hair, brown eyes, and tattoos on his arms. He had a chest tattoo that he removed a few years ago. He has multiple scars from sports injuries.

To which social class do you belong? - Upper class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? - No.

Are you right- or left-handed? - Right-handed.

What does your voice sound like? - Deep, raspy at times, with a slight accent.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? - Chill. Nah. Aight.

What do you have in your pockets? - Money and his phone.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? - He hoops to calm himself down, scratches the back of his neck when nervous and stares ahead of him when deep in thought.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? - Fun, he had a lot of family and friends around him and his mother made sure he had everything he needed.

What is your earliest memory? - Getting ice cream on the weekends with his mom and going to the neighborhood park with his friends.

How much schooling have you had? - Graduated from college.

Did you enjoy school? - It had it's moments for him.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? - From his uncles, grandfather and mother.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. - Yes, his uncle. He was a loud but fun man that introduced him to the world of basketball. He was a scout for the ATL Braves and got him into a lot of games. His personality was magnetic.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? - He got along with his mother's side of the family, but not his father's side.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? - A firefighter.

As a child, what were your favorite activities? - Playing ball, video games and running track.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? - Playful, goofy, unserious, cocky and competitive.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? - Once he became an athlete he was. His friends were mostly his boys that he grew up with.

When and with whom was your first kiss? - In middle school, forgot her name.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? - No, junior year of high school, Keila.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? - Taking care of his mother and buying her dream home.

Who has had the most influence on you? - His uncle.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? - His career accolades.

What is your greatest regret? - The way his last relationship ended.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? - Dumped his ex and left the country right after.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? - No, it would've ruined his career in college and still could now.

When was the time you were the most frightened? - Last year when his mom was in a car accident.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? - His mom walking in on him and his girlfriend when he was a teen.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? - All the summers he spent with his bio father, they were uneccesary.

What is your best memory? - Last Christmas with his mother in Barbados.

What is your worst memory? - His injury that stopped his first dream.

[smythedotcom]

WELCOME TO THE BLOG OF SEBASTIAN A. SMYTHE.

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT SEBASTIAN SMYTHE? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR HERMAN TOMMERAAS IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE 22, BUT STILL STUCK IN WESTERVILLE AT DALTON. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE TEMPEST, BUT PREFER TO BE THE NATURAL BORN LEADER. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA DRIVING HOURS FOR YOUR PERFECT COFFEE ORDER, FLICKING CIGARETTE BUDS OUT ON THE ASTRO-TURF AT THE COUNTRY CLUB, DANCING AND DRINKING YOUR FEARS AWAY & USING THE PERFUME SAMPLES IN MAGAZINES TO WIPE YOUR TEARS THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN THE WARBLERS. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

want to know more? well, ur in the right place ↓ 

THE BASICS:

name: sebastian anton smythe

nicknames: seb, bash, cunt (both affectionate & derogatory)

pronouns: he/him

gender: cis male

birthday/zodiac: twenty two, july 25th - making me a gemini making me a leo.

birthplace: westerville, oh

relationship status: single

sexuality: gay aromantic

occupation: i don't do that <3

sports/clubs: warbler and co-captain of the dalton lacrosse team

major/minor: a junior majoring in arts management

languages: english, french, a little japanese.

social media handles: @smythedotcom on everything

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 5'10

build: slim athletic

eye color: hazel

hair color: light brown

piercings: ear lobes

tattoos: the words 'tell me i'm your national anthem' from lana del rey's national anthem on my lower back. my favorite song,

other distinguishing features: a shit-eating smirk and oodles of charisma!

style: i'm always giving preppy, y2k-inspired, abercrombie & fitch.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: confident,  persuasive, determined, egotistical, closed-off, opportunistic.

likes: trashy early 2000’s clothes & music, starting twitter drama, reading people their horoscopes from teen magazines, iced oat lattes, one-upping people, explaining the lore of degrassi; the next generation (i was diagnosed with ADHD, and my insane degrassi knowledge is the lingering remains of a six year long hyperfixation. i've now put all of his pent-up energy into glee), showing off my backflip to people.

dislikes: fake-deep music and poetry, desaturated colors, snitches, boring romantic period pieces (where's the sex????), people who underestimate me, the texture of velvet, being told that i'm 'too much', staying in on a friday night.

fears: elevators & loneliness

skills: piano, music, the remains of the gymnastics classes i took in middle school, drinking everyone under the table.

quirks: i'm a self-confessed cheek biter. the amount of times i've nearly taken a chunk out of the inside of my own face, just call me hannibal lecter.

hobbies: rewatching degrassi, taking online 'which ___ are you' buzzfeed quizzes, taking gym selfies while not doing a whole lot at the gym beyond a treadmill strut, scheming & deviously planning

music tastes: just listen to it yourself here

myers-briggs: entp

kinsey scale: 6. gay as you like.

strengths: my leadership, my extremely attractive body and face - great for seduction, and also that backflip i mentioned before.

weaknesses: not so good at person-to-person communication.

do you know me? let's connect.

[ashsocsandrps]

BASIC INFO

Name: Oliver Valentine

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Somewhere in Oregon

Religion / Belief: not religious

Year (Age): 19

Birthday: 10/9/04

Death: 10/10/2024

Preferred Title/nickname: Val

LIKES & DISLIKES

Personality: Hes kind, sometimes a little crazy, and paranoid/anxious, yet hes also very clueless he tends to forget things a lot, and very easily. its most likely from pushing down what happened to him deep down.

Likes: he likes painting, finger painting, listening to music. and running.

Dislikes: he hates the ocean, he def has beef with the anglers.

APPEARANCE - BEFORE EXPERIMENTS

Hair Colour: black

Eye Colour: green

Skin Colour: white/pale

Body Type: skinnier but with a bit of chubbiness to his bones

Scars: none

Hand Size: skinny hands, longer nails

Genetic Conditions / Disabilities: red birth marks on his hands and chest

APPEARANCE - AFTER EXPERIMENTS

Hair Colour: white

Eye Colour: red

Skin Colour: a pink shade

Body Type: skinnier but with a bit of chubbiness to his bones

Scars: scars all over his body, from the constant experiments.

Hand Size: skinny hands, longer nails

Genetic Conditions / Disabilities: his red birth marks turned into a light pink, still in the same places. A slightly different shade from his skin color

NEW BODY: His skin was a light pink, just like those pink dolphins, with random white/black spots just like an orca whale. His back had a small shark fin coming out of his uniform. Fins as ears, just like a lil fish. and gills the the sides of his ribs

EXTRASENSORY

Smells like: he smells like caramel. surprisingly not like fish, due to him living in the ocean.

Feels like: his skin is rugged, due to the scars.

EMOTIONAL

Common Expressions: His usual expression had a worried look, the constant anxiety was rushing through his body just made him an anxious mess.

Most Common Mood:

Happy when: he happy when he finds new things in the rooms he explores, he usually just finds files and stuff, but he LOVES wen he finds new flashlights and toys.

Sad when: Hes usually sad/anxious, but he normally forgets why.

Afraid of: the ocean, he stays as far away from the windows and keeps headphones in his ears to drown out the sounds from outside.

FAMILY

Mother: REDACTED

Father: REDACTED

Parent Jobs (if any): REDACTED

Siblings: REDACTED

Notable Family Members: REDACTED

Family Home: REDACTED

Related Families: REDACTED

Family Wealth: REDACTED

Upbringing: REDACTED

FRIENDS

Best Friend: REDACTED

Childhood Friends: REDACTED

Friends Currently: none

Strained Friendships: REDACTED

Type of Friend: He tends to forget who the people are when he sees them again, he barely even remembers REDACTED name.

Willingness to Make Friends: Mid

Become their friend by: giving him random things, he may forget but he will love you for it.

Favourite gifts from friends: He doesn't remember who it was, but he got a gummie flashlight, he loves the green light

ENEMIES

Enemies (if any): REDACTED

How to become disliked by character: Stealing from him, touching him, hurting him. he usually doesn't remember tho.

How enemies are treated: He doesn't remember the people who do him wrong.

Be forgiven by: giving him things, even if its a few files, he loves buying random things from Sebastian when he sees him.

Worst thing done by enemy: He was experimented on, and heavily injured. He hates the workers/scientists who did this to him. making him into a monster.

LINKS

Pinterest Board: none (for now)

Spotify Playlist:

RP Blog (if any): https://www.tumblr.com/ashsocsandrps?source=share

Faceclaim: unknown

Voiceclaim: Angsty Teen (fnaf)

Handwriting font:

Character inpirations: pressure oc!!

This is a really bad drawing of him, I tried my best but it's just horrible 🥲

[shingagames]

What Your Favorite Stardew Romance Says About You

Abigail - you have a weakness for goth gamer girls, and you probably watch a LOT of anime - you having ADHD isn't required but it is highly likely

Alex - you have a soft spot for jerks who warm up to you over time, and you love the vulnerability they eventually trust you with. And as far as interests go, you would probably consider doing various sports and outdoor activities if it wasn't so... outside

Emily - if you yourself don't collect crystals and rocks, I'd be a little bit surprised - at the very least you claim to read astrology stuff ironically but deep down you believe more than you'll admit

Elliot - you'd much prefer to live that kind of swept-away-romance you read about in books, but you're also a sucker for some one who can WRITE that stuff while LOOKING like they could be a romance protagonist - you may not be pulled into a passionate kiss on horseback during the sunset, but you can cuddle up to some one who'll read to you about it while you play with their luxurious hair

Haley - Combining hotness with meanness is basically your bread and butter. You won't put up with outright being mistreated, but a pretty girl who can glare you down and make your spine turn into jello is immediately going to capture your heart

Harvey - You're probably, at least spiritually if not physically, over 30 years old

Leah - Living in the woods and enjoying nature's beauty every day sounds like a dream to you. A beautiful redhead to live with in that woods? Even better.

Sam - You're either rather young yourself or you have a young heart. Seeing a young person starting out in the world and pursuing their dreams gives you hope, and you're very encouraging

Sebastian - You play too many video games and you know way too much about at least one comic book character. Half your life, minimum, is spent on the computer. You haven't worn a bright color in years - that being said, you crave a lot more love and companionship than you’ll openly admit

Maru - Your heart is instantly captured by science and technology, even more so by some one beautiful who excels in that area. You could listen to that pretty person for hours rambling on about things you don't even technically understand. You get excited over science articles even if it's an area of science you've never once explored before - all of it is amazing

Shane - You are drawn in by people's pain and struggles - you think there's hope for everyone, and you want to be a part of that person's healing. You've definitely gotten too close and been burned by it a few times, but you still haven't given up on the idea that there's a better life waiting for anyone

Penny - You love a gentle and loving soul. You're good with kids even if you yourself don't have any, and you support and respect education for all. You also try hard to ignore the darker parts of your own life and spend more time than might be healthy disappearing into a good book

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

(pinterest inspired board)

part: 1/6

(other parts)  (masterlist)

The day it happened, it wasn't a significant meeting at all, you barely even talked. In fact, when he opened the door of your neighbor’s flat that day with a beer in his right hand and his hair messy, he didn't have any effect on you. You always knew that living next to a director meant that sooner or later you’d bump into the pretty faces of well-known people. Sure, you didn’t expect them to be Hollywood actors like him, but to say you were starstruck by the man, would be the overstatement of the year.

The building you’ve lived in for the last three years has five floors; you live in the 4th, he lives in the 5th. He’s a quiet person, usually spending his evenings out of his apartment. You’ve talked sometimes, about the weather and the weird lady that lives in the 1st floor. You’ve never told him you find his directing style a little pretentious.

You’ve never been to his place until that annoyingly warm August evening, when you find a white button up shirt on your balcony. You can clearly see more clothing when you look up and you’re certain the item you’re holding belongs to him.

He’s not there though. Instead you find a different face behind the door. Lighter eyes and darker hair. The man in front of you is definitely younger than the director. You don’t bother to notice what he’s wearing.

“Can I help you?” His voice is deeper than you expected. Stronger, with a touch of European accent. The sound of English surprises you at first but soon you realize he must be another foreign coworker that came to visit your neighbor

“No, I just think Argyris dropped this and it ended up on my floor.”

He looks at you and then at the shirt, in your hands.

Then he says “Sure, I’ll take it.”

“Okay.”

Then it ends. He doesn’t even ask your name. You don’t have to ask his. You figure out, as soon as you walk down the stairs, that it’s Sebastian Stan that you just talked to.

And while being a big fan of marvel movies, you think nothing special of him at first. You just wonder how a mostly unknown director from Greece got an actor like Sebastian to come here so they can work together. It makes no sense to you, but you forget it when your phone starts ringing.

/

It would’ve been easier if you never saw him again, yet you do. You see him trying to understand what the old lady from the first floor is trying to tell him. You already know. The elevator is not working. The next day you see him walking up the stairs.

You exchange a quick hello, how are you and then off you both go.

The same night Argyris invites you to have a drink with them in the terrace. Part of you wants to just stay in bed and binge watch some Sherlock episodes. Part of you already thinks of what to wear.

There are around ten people there when you show up. They’re all sitting down in huge pillows drinking and talking loudly. You don’t know most of them.

You sit next to a blonde girl, across from Sebastian. This time you notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and holds a glass of whiskey.

You don’t share any direct conversations but you learn that he’s afraid of growing old and that he thinks Taxi Driver is one fucking masterpiece, as he says.

When you mention that you’re probably the least artistic person in the room right now, you hear him laugh.

A curly haired woman starts dancing with him at some point. You decide he’s not a good dancer.

He leaves the same time you do, following you down the stairs.

“I thought you live here.” You say when he doesn’t stop at the floor you expect him to.

“Ah no, I stay at a hotel near the centre.”

He keeps talking about his suite until you reach your door.

You part in a blur, with a short goodbye.

He still doesn’t ask for your name.

It makes you feel genuinely offended.

/

Two days after, he is the farthest thing from your mind, until you find him sitting in front of your door, his eyes roaming the place with despair. And then he sees you.

“Ah finally you are here.” He starts casually. “Thank god.”

You just nod.

“Argyris told me to wait for him with you. We had a meeting but he got stuck in traffic.”

You give him a look.

“He said you’re always at home so you won’t mind.”

Ouch. Yeah sure, your social life wasn’t something to brag about but for some reason the way Sebastian said it, it sounded like an insult.

“Okay, come in.” You shrug, clearly not feeling comfortable and turn around to unlock the door.

You hear him call your name. You thought he didn’t know.

“Yes?”

He offers you an easy smile.  “Thank you.”

/

Sitting in your couch he’s eyeing the entire room, while you put some groceries in the fridge.

“Argyris says you’re a great girl.” He clears his throat. “But he thinks you’re too quiet for your own good.”

You look at him, your eyes flicking up and down his face.

“And from what I can tell, he’s right.”  You hear him laugh.

It felt weird to see him laugh while he was leaning back at your cozy pillow. He had entered your life so suddenly you didn’t even have time to react to it.

“I’m sorry but I barely know you.” Your words are sharp. He sits up.

“Okay then let’s get to know each other, what’s your favorite Disney princess?”

Defeated, you laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, this is an important question.”

You wait for him to crack up but then you remember he’s an actor.

“I don’t know.” You think for a second. “Mulan?”

“Oh my god. Mulan is amazing.” You smile at him. “My favorite is Jasmine, she’s just so badass.”

You share your favorites that day, having almost nothing in common rather than your everlast love for animated movies and buttered popcorn.

When it’s time for him to leave, he stops and looks at you in the eye.

“You should talk more often.”

You stare at him with confusion. “I talk,” you raise your eyebrows. “When I have something to say.”

“Good.” he says, still looking.

/

Later in the evening, you’re eating some yoghurt when he comes knocking on your door.

He’s different. The white tank top he was wearing this morning is replaced with a dark shirt and his face looks tired. You assume they’ve been working since he went upstairs.

“Hiii”, he says dragging the i, “Am I interrupting anything?”

You desperately want to nod. You want to tell him that you were doing the most exciting thing in the world, before he came but you were never a good liar.

So you just tilt your head and take a step back.

That’s when he enters and is met with some loud rock music blaring from your laptop.

“You like AC/DC?” he asks, almost wide-eyed.

“Well, I can tell it’s them when I hear their stuff.”  For the first time that day, he seems to be in loss of words. “Why are you so surprised?”

He sits in the same spot in the couch as earlier and laughs.

“I just didn’t take you for the kind of girl who likes this music.” It’s your turn to laugh.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Quiet girl who loves animated films and eats kids’ yoghurt” he looks at the carton in your kitchen table, “and also likes metal music? Doesn’t add up.”

“We’ve basically just met; you shouldn’t make assumptions about me.”

“Fair enough.” He sits back, fidgeting with his fingers.

You take some time just looking at him

There was a certain vibe about that man that made you wonder how it’d feel to cruise down a dessert highway in a convertible mustang with him. In the summer. With him wearing that white tank top.

The color of strawberries emerges at your cheeks just at the thought of it.

You wish he doesn’t notice.

You’re glad to find him looking the other way, before he speaks up.

“We’re going out tonight.” His voice is warm now. “Argyris says you should come along, even though I’m quite sure there’s no hardcore music where we’re going.” He laughs again.

I can’t. You almost say. But then anxiety slips away from you and out of sudden you want him to stop being so freaking arrogant, going around and acting like he knows exactly what kind of person you are.

He thinks you’ll say no. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sure, when should I be ready?” you say, surprising both of you.

He looks at you for some time and then trying to hide whatever he was thinking he says the first thing on his mind.

“How old are you?” He sounds pitiful. He knows. He wishes he could hit a wall; with his head.

“Twenty-one.” His eyes scan yours, unsure of what they’re looking for. “Why?”

“No reason.”

He inhales deep.

/

You try to blink. You’re at a party in a little bar you’ve never been before and a lot of people are wearing black. Alcohol. You can still taste it on the back of your tongue. You don’t remember how you end up pressed against a dark skinned man, but you can tell he smells of cigarettes and despair.

You sway your body to the beat, close your eyes. Breath in. And out. You think the music deafens you for a second but you open your lids and see Sebastian and he’s watching you, unashamed.

He’s not that far, though it feels like it with countless bodies in the way. The music melts. His gaze is almost angelic. Or devious. You can’t really tell.

He’s dancing with that curly haired woman again. You wonder how intimate their relationship is.

The red neon lights make his skin glisten. His muscles move divinely. It makes you think there’s an entire world inside him, his flesh barely keeping it hidden. Out of sudden you get the urge to walk towards him. You want to see him up close under this dim lighting. But you don’t move.

The man that’s groping your waist asks for your name. You tell him you need to flee. He doesn’t understand.

You sit outside with the sweet summer breeze touching your bare arms. The bass of the music in the background syncs with the beating of your heart. You can feel your ribs grow with every breath you take. Until you stop breathing because the door opens and his eyes suffocate you.

You can’t fathom the effect he has on you. He was a pretty face on screen some days ago. But right now he steals distance and stays near you.

You don’t look his way. He doesn’t say a word. Nicotine and smoke surround you as he exhales. His fingers hold the cigarette butt with care.

“Do you want some?”

You turn to look at him.

“I don’t smoke.” He laughs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want some.”

You want to know if his breath has the taste of sulfur. You want to pretend it’s the alcohol or the loud music that makes your head hurt.

“What’s the best part of being an actor?” The blue in his eyes glows.

There’s silence but he seems to be thinking about it.

“Do you ever feel things too much?” He says, his voice hoarse. “I mean, when you feel something so intensely it becomes a part of who you are.”

You nod. You understand.

“Acting allows you to let go of these feelings,” he starts. “You share the burden with the audience until it becomes light and you can hold it again.”

You look at him, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I could that,” you close your eyes. “I don’t think I could share what I feel so easily.”

He stands up. The wind hits you again.

“A lot people can’t. That’s why everyone is heartbroken,” he takes a breath, “Feelings eat us raw.”

You both go to bed alone that night. Tomorrow there is a hole next to you.

/

the morning after, search history

(02:45 PM) hangover recovery

(03:00 PM) best food after a hangover

(03:10 PM) sebastian stan

(03:30 PM) sebastian stan girlfriend

(06:00 PM) xanax side effects

/

You follow him on Instagram. He doesn’t follow you back. You remember he probably gets tons of followers every day and decide not to let it bother you. Instead you study for the exams of the following month.

The subject of your studies doesn’t interest you. Another poor decision you made under pressure. Sometimes you feel as if your life is borrowed from someone else. Sometimes you feel as if you haven’t found your home yet.

Feelings eat us raw.

His girlfriend looks beautiful in the pictures you find online. The media isn’t certain if they’re still together but you like to think so. It makes it easier to avoid him.

But the universe seems to be oblivious to your thoughts and you see him that same day. You’re taking the garbage out and he’s coming down from the top floor. You meet in the elevator.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” his eyes are smiling as he talks “you looked kinda drunk last night.”

You fidget with the hem of the bag you’re holding.

“I wasn’t drunk.” You notice he’s growing some stubble. You’re not sure you like it.

“Whatever you say, doll.”  You bite your cheek trying to devour any sign that might give away how his words make you flinch.

He turns his body a little so now you’re facing each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty in a way that doesn’t hurt. You try not to stare at him, but you fail sometimes. You’ve never noticed how slow the elevator moves until you want to get out. You can’t stand being so close to him for much longer.

He’s an arrogant rich actor who loves Disney and smokes a lot, you think. I have no reason to be affected by him.

“Ah! Argyris said we’re leaving for the weekend.” You eye him curiously. “He wants to show us some small villages in the south. He thinks we should get to know the country a little more before we start.”

You’re stunned by your neighbor’s dedication to his work. Sometimes you wish you had something you could be passionate about too. Sometimes you think you’re never going to find it.

“That’s great. I’m sure you’ll like it.” You give him a smile.

He leans his back at the wall. The elevator stops. Finally.

“I like your eyes.” You grab tight onto the bag. “But they don’t smile when you do.”

He opens the door and he’s gone.

They tell you that it’s fun to meet a famous person. They tell you, you can ask for a photo and a hug. They tell you celebrities don’t talk a lot but that doesn’t mean they’re rude.

But he’s not like that.

He’s fire. He’s burning heat and scorching flames. His words are his thoughts; raw. You don’t like it.

/

late night search history

(00:38 AM) blue valentine movie soundtrack

(01:15 AM) is sebastian stan a bad person

(01:30 AM) acting classes for amateurs

(01:50 AM) cheap leather boots

(02:10 AM) sebastian stan eyes

 You find it annoying; how he’s present even when you’re alone.

Thankfully he’s leaving for the weekend, you think.

/

The weekend, however, is two days away.

You think you can get away without seeing him. And you do. Until it’s late at night again. And they’re all upstairs with music so loud you’re certain the lady on the first floor is going to be rude about it in the morning.

The music tempo has you unaffected. All you think about is if he’s dancing with that woman again.

He’s such a bad dancer, he should not be dancing.

There’s a subtle knock on your door. You know it’s him. You hope you’re wrong.

“Do you feel like dancing?” His face is all flustered. It’s a good look on him.

“You can’t come knocking on my door at 2 AM and ask me to dance.” His gaze is filled with confusion.

“So you don’t feel like dancing?” You roll your eyes. He notices.

“That’s not the point Sebastian.” It’s the first time you call him by his name. You let it slip away slowly, testing the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

He takes a step closer. You are suddenly aware of your pyjama shorts and your exposed skin.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to irritate you.” His eyes are the cliché blue of the sky. “I just thought you might want to dance, that’s all.”

Suddenly you feel guilty and embarrassed. He’s oblivious to it.

For a moment you feel his eyes linger on you. It feels surreal.

You nod at him.

He’s ready to say something when Argyris comes down the stairs, his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

“Ah man, I thought you got lost or something.” You lower your eyes. “Stop messing with the poor girl. People are looking for you.”

He throws a smile at you and Sebastian takes a quick breath.

“People are always looking for me.”

He gives away that he’s carrying a burden. Your expression softens. But then you look at Argyris and you see he doesn’t really pay attention to these words.

You share a quick look before you’re there standing alone at your doorstep, trying to grasp the idea of him.

/

When you wake up you feel like running. You can’t fathom where the feeling comes from but it starts like a liquid running down your veins and soon you can’t stay in bed even for a second.

Feelings eat us raw. Only if you let them.

.

i really appreciate feedback, it motivates me tons and also tell me if you’d like to be tagged in this six part story :)

[oigimi]

. owlet .

. mozart and baby oc . found family . 1.9k words .

here’s a found family fic that’s been in my head for awhile now! i really hope you like it. mozart seems like the kind of guy to have a daughter

A cry filled the mansion’s halls, piercing the ears of all who heard it. It was relatively late at night, and everyone was gathered at the front door, staring at quite the unusual package. Gifts and shipments would grace the mansion’s front doors often, but this… this was something entirely different. Rather than a case of Rouge or Blanc, or a bouquet of roses or anything in the ordinary, the residents of le Comte’s mansion stood in front of a baby girl in a basket, with a tag attached reading, “My name is Asuka. Please take care of me.”

“Asuka… Just like- Ah, never mind,” Sebastian started, waving his hand. He bent down to pick the screaming infant up, only to have her screech even louder, and swat her hands around in an angry little tornado.

“Sebas, you’re holding her wrong! You need to-” Arthur’s attempts at calming Asuka were even more fruitless, with her fighting to wriggle out of his arms. He passed her on to Theo, who scared her. She was given to Comte, then Leonardo, then eventually everyone in the room before being returned to her basket.

Vincent looked downwards, his mouth tugged downwards in a frown. “What do we do? I feel so bad for her, she won’t even stop crying. Poor little baby…”

“Broer, she tried to bite you!”

“She’s just little and scared! You were like that too once, Theo.”

As the younger brother clammed up, a final face showed itself that hadn’t been present before.

“What’s all this noise? Whatever you’re all doing, can you wrap it up soon? Or perhaps be a little quieter?” Mozart hissed, marching right up to his roommates and their new problem. He caught sight of Asuka and wrinkled his nose. “Arthur, did one of your little flings catch up with you?”

“No! She’s just a darling little thing that showed up on our porch and we simply can’t get her to stop crying. If you want to get her to be quiet, why not try and hold her?”

Mozart looked at the screeching infant, whose face was reaching a color as hot and fiery as her hair. “No,” he simply said. Babies were messy and loud and provided everything he didn’t want in his life. But, Arthur was right. If there was any way he could try and fix the problem, it was to try and hold this thing. Mozart took a deep breath and took the baby out from the basket, shaking his head and awkwardly cradling her in his arms. “There… there. I suppose.”

“You’re supposed to bounce her,” Vincent chuckled, guiding Mozart into rocking Asuka to the rhythm of his heartbeat. “Just like that.” They looked down, and everyone’s faces melted into shock when Asuka finally stopped crying. Her big, glossy blue eyes were coated with tears, but she stared up in wonder at Mozart, or rather the feather in his jacket. She reached her tiny hand out to grab it.

“No. You’re just going to put it in your mouth and get sick.”

Asuka scrunched her face and pouted, reaching a little harder for the feather. She fussed, to which Mozart simply scoffed.

“No.”

“No!” she echoed, shaking her head. “No, no!”

“She’s already learning to speak like him,” Arthur snickered. “Oh, isn’t that just precious?”

Mozart glared at him as he tried to keep the baby away from his feather. He sat down on the couch, holding Asuka away from his body as if she carried a disease. “How long do I have to hold this thing?”

“Until she goes to sleep. Mozart, can’t you take care of this baby for just one night until we can figure out what to do with her?” Comte asked, tilting his head to the side. “It would mean you can get to your music faster, anyway.”

He looked at Asuka, who was still making fruitless attempts to obtain Mozart’s jacket feather, scowling in contempt at her. “Fine. But only for one night.”

“We all know how ‘just for tonight’ goes. You’ll be with her on her wedding day now!” Dazai mused, earning another deep scowl.

“I am not fathering this child.”

Asuka began to fuss, wriggling around and squirming in Mozart’s arms. He moved his arms so that she was gently pressed against him. “There… I suppose.” He swayed his body to the rhythm Vincent showed him, slowly patting her back. Before he knew it, she was yawning and her grabbing began to stop. “Hm. I’m putting her down to bed. Then I’m going back to my music.”

“Are you sure you should leave her alone? I think she’s gotten quite fond of you!” Arthur chuckled. “You might just wake her up if you leave.”

“Are you serious?” He groaned and looked down at the baby. “I guess I’m going to go to sleep too. The sooner I sleep the sooner time moves forward. Goodnight.”

Without another word, Mozart made a quick stop in the kitchen to warm up some milk. He swiped some chocolate, and glanced down at Asuka. She looked so… relaxed. So cute, even. Mozart couldn’t deny that he didn’t like babies, but the child he held in his arms felt a little different. He didn’t like her very much, but he couldn’t let anyone else take care of her. For some reason, it felt warm in his chest when she would only relax in his arms. As if he was meant to be her father in some way.

He grabbed a second, little cup with this in mind.

When he got to his room, Mozart made a tiny bed on the carpet with layers and layers of blankets and pillows, and laid Asuka down in it. She stirred, and made little cries in her sleep. Was she upset that Mozart had set her down? Could she even tell? It didn’t matter, he still felt a little bad for her. “We’ll get you a proper bed tomorrow. I couldn’t put you in a drawer or in your small basket,” he sighed. “You’re annoying and I don’t like you, but you’ll get a crib tomorrow. Goodnight, owlet.”

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The next morning was full of diapers, crying, hissy fits, and screaming. Sebastian had run to pick up some basic supplies, but it ultimately did very little in the vampires’ battle against a fussy baby. She didn’t like peas, she didn’t like corn, and Vincent had to learn that babies can’t eat pancakes. What could she eat that would make her happy?

“Warm milk,” Mozart huffed, taking some off the stove. He poured some in the little cup he’d carried and let it cool off to a safe temperature. With some strict, yet gentle coercion, he managed to bring the cup to Asuka’s lips and help her drink as much as her tiny stomach could handle. “What was so hard? Babies like milk.” He grumbled a bit and cleaned out the cup. “Morons.”

“Well well well! You really are like a natural father to her!” Dazai chuckled. “What did we predict?”

“Nothing. I’m just not a fool,” Mozart snapped back, lifting Asuka out of the chair and burping her. “The plan today is to get some more supplies. But I am shopping for them.”

“Are you sure you do not want anyone to help carry anything?” Jean mumbled. “I can hold items at the store for you and help take them home.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Jean’s workplace ended up with a bit more than he expected, with a nice crib and mobile and a lot of bottles and sippy cups. The Frenchman blinked at the juxtaposition between the baby supplies and the items of war he sold in the shop. Mozart mentioned only taking care of Asuka for a few days. The abundance of furniture seemed like overkill.

At a nearby store, Mozart stood next to a stroller with his fussy responsibility inside. He scanned the shelves for toys, putting a set of blocks, paints, and a few stuffed animals inside. He stopped, however, when he laid eyes upon a stuffed snowy owl. “Just like Schelm…” he chuckled. He took the toy off the shelf and held it to Asuka. “Do you want an owl? An owl for the owlet?”

“Ow,” she replied, reaching out for the toy. “Ow!”

“Is that your way of saying ‘owl’? Alright, here you go. Be nice to it.” He paid for the toys and found himself looking in the stroller at the baby. She was cuddling her new toy and inspecting its wings and rubbing it, inspecting it for anything of interest. “It’s just a stuffed animal. Silly,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you home now. I have a feeling you’ll start screaming here in a moment.”

By the time night had arrived, the crib, bookshelf, mobile, and toys were all set up. Asuka was shaking a rattle on the floor when Mozart picked her up. “Alright, it’s time for bed. Come on.”

“Noooo!” she cried. “Nooooooo!”

“Yes. Come on.”

She fussed and began to cry, reaching down at the floor for her rattle.

“No rattles in bed,” Mozart huffed. “Here, I have something you can take in bed.” He reached down on the floor and handed her the stuffed owl. “Here. Your owl.”

“Ow.”

“That’s right. Your ow,” Mozart chuckled, setting Asuka down in the crib with her stuffed toy. “Goodnight, Asuka. You’re a silly little owlet who needs plenty of sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, he wound up a music box and turned off the lights.

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“Papa, can I get the first slice?” Asuka asked, beaming wide at a large cake in the kitchen. “Better yet, I want the whole thing!”

“You can’t have the whole cake because you’ll get sick. You have my sweet tooth.” Mozart finished moving the cake to the table and sighed, “I can’t believe you’re sixteen years old now.”

“Old enough to get a boyfriend!”

“Let’s not go that far.”

“But you said when I turned sixteen I could!! Papa, you’re being unfair.”

Mozart chuckled and ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Alright, go sit down at the table.”

She did as she was told and grinned, admiring all the presents everyone in the mansion had bought for her. From personalized books from Uncle Arthur to a paint set from Uncle Vincent to expensive clothes from rich Uncle Comte, Asuka was surrounded with so many luxuries given to her by the people who loved her. She was adopted into the greatest family she could imagine, and by the best father she could ever want. Sure, Asuka had a bit of an attitude sometimes, but she always knew when the important things needed to be said.

“I love you Papa,” she murmured, getting up and hugging Mozart. “Thanks for taking care of me, and thanks for all the birthday gifts.”

He smiled, embracing his daughter tightly in his arms. “I love you too. I love you so, so much, Asuka. You gave my life and music meaning like no other… Are you crying?”

“N-no! I don’t cry!”

“Okay.” He kissed his daughter’s forehead and sat down at the table. “No matter how old you get, whether you’re sixteen or sixty, you’ll always be my little owlet. I love you so much, and happy birthday.”

[againstsquares]

character sheet.

   basics.

full name.  benjamin byrd. known as.  ben byrd. nickname(s).    benny, byrd, birdie, benji. gender.   cis male. age.   i write ben anywhere from 16 til 40 zodiac.   libra. spoken languages.   english, german.

   physical characteristics.

hair color.  a light brown, short but shaggy, slightly wavy and a little curly sometimes. eye color.   dark brown. body type.   broad shoulders, toned arms, a pudgier belly. voice.  mostly soft and deep but clear. when tired or anxious more droning and from his chest, making it hard to understand him sometimes. dominant hand.   left. posture.   he tries to mind his posture, especially at work. at home or with friends when he is relaxed, he naturally tilts a bit towards the ground and slouches, trying to keep himself small.   tattoos.  none birthmarks.   some small ones, not really noticeable.

   childhood.

place of birth.   chicago. hometown.   flushing, queens, nyc. sibling(s).   heather byrd. parents.   johnny byrd and darling geralds (out of the picture). raised by.   aunt, josephine geralds (deceased).

   adult life.

occupation.   ben has worked in a game store and a comic book store while he was in university and after that he worked as a high school counsellor and some years he teaches civics as well. close friends.   danny ryder, kaaviya musa (heathers partner), he is good friends with a colleague at work called jonesy who teaches english. relationship status.   has dated a girl called eileen for a year when he was in university. after this he sometimes dates or hooks up, but nothing serious. (except of course until endgame mara banks comes along in a very important verse) financial status.   usually not too great, especially in his early twenties he has to make do with little money. he got out of high school with no savings and no family to support him. when he gets a stable job at a school it gets a bit better, but there are times when he isn’t able to work much because of his mental health and he has to mind his expenses again. besides that he has a lot of student- and medical debt he still needs to pay off. driver’s license.   none. criminal record.  none.

   sex and romance.

romantic orientation.   bi.   sexual orientation.   bi.   preferred emotional role.   ben likes to take care of his partner and often prefers not to burden them too much with his own baggage which he mostly views as exceptionally hard for others to deal with. preferred sexual role.   mostly submissive and more serviceable to the other, if able to still feel in control. can be more dominant if the other is really into it. libido.   mostly low, especially when he is on anti-depressants. turn-ons.  verbal reassurance, dirty talk, when the other is confident. sometimes he likes rough sex, sometimes he thinks he’s pretending to like it. turn-offs.   disrespect, pushiness, violence. love language.   acts of service. relationship tendencies.   ben has a difficulty judging if a partner is good for him. due to his childhood abuse it takes him a lot of energy to figure out how to set healthy boundaries, and communicate his needs. he is scared of a partner or loved one lying to him or hurting him and leaving him. when he was younger he tried to make things work out with the people he was dating but things always turned complicated quickly and ended before it could get too serious. when his mental health got really bad he mostly stopped actually dating and preferred to only occasionally hook up with people he didn’t really wanted to keep in touch with anyway to stay focused on himself and spare his energy. it took years, but he is now carefully feeling more connected and trusting around others, which helps him to feel more relaxed while dating.

   miscellaneous.

character’s theme song.   i want the world to stop, belle & sebastian. hobbies to pass time.   ben likes to read comics, play (indie) games, watch video essays on trivial things, play table top games, he used to play d&d, likes to go to the cinema and tries to like to go on walks. when seeing friends in the evening he prefers to go to a bar or pub, but when he’s drunk enough (which happens a lot) he’s easily convinced to go clubbing as well. heather likes to go kite flying, and sometimes ben likes to come along. mental illness(es).   post traumatic stress disorder, depression, symptoms of obsessive–compulsive personality disorder. left or right-brained.   right. phobia(s).   small spaces, broken bones, yelling, drowning self-confidence level.   low, but getting higher. :-)

[parkersharthook]

Wired Autocomplete Interview

(Sebastian Stan x female!reader)

Warnings: fluff, idk what this is really

1.4k+ words

“Hi my name is Sebastian stan.”

“and I’m y/n y/l/n”

“and we’re here to do the Wired Autocomplete Interview” You smiled at the man next to you before jabbing your finger at the camera.

“celebrity couple edition!”

A hand from off screen handed you the card. You flipped it over and studied it for a second, “okay this one is for you. How should we do this?”

“you hold and I’ll peel?” Sebastian offered as you adjusted the card in your hands.

“Sounds great.” Sebastian smiled softly at you as he reached for the small slip of paper covering the search. “Okay… ARE Sebastian stan.” He peeled it back gently.

“are Sebastian stan and mark Hamill related? Yes, he’s my father.” You snorted slightly as Sebastian threw the slip on the ground and moved to the next search. “are Sebastian stan and Chris Evans friends?”

You let out an actual cackle, “you even have to ask that? When they’re together, I’m the third wheel.”

Sebastian laughed and shook his head fondly, “yes we’re very good friends. Are Sebastian stan and y/n still dating?” He twiddled the piece of paper around his finger slightly, “technically no.”

You held out your hand, fingers pointed downward as you showed off your engagement ring. “not since he put a ring on it.” Sebastian copied your action, the paper wrapped around his left ring finger.

You giggled as the two of you pulled your hands back and you were handed another card. “What is Sebastian Stan…”

“What is Sebastian Stan’s real name?” Sebastian looked down the center of camera, “Sebastian Stan.” You snorted at him.

“What is Sebastian Stan’s favorite food?” He looked to you, “do you know what this is?”

“I now you really like peanut butter.”

“That is true.” He thought for a moment, his hand coming up to run through his hair. You watched as his bicep bulged slightly and you couldn’t help but bite your lip softly. “yeah I would have to say it’s peanut butter. Okay next one.”

“What is Sebastian Stan’s snapchat?” You cocked your head and looked over to Sebastian, “yeah what is your snapchat.”

“Don’t have one.” He tossed the slip of paper behind him, “I’m not twelve. What is Sebastian Stan’s Instagram.”

“Iamsebastianstan. What is Sebastian Stan’s twitter?” he hung his head slightly with a sigh, “don’t have one. Twitter scares me.”

“he’s basically a grandpa.” He huffed and pushed you slightly causing you to laugh.

“alright you’re turn.” Sebastian said giddily as he was handed a thick card. “Are y/n y/l/n and Elizabeth Olsen friends?”

“Yes she is great friend of mine, we’ve been friends for years. She’s actually how I met Sebastian.”

You peeled back another slip of paper. “Are y/n y/l/n and Anthony Mackie friends?” You groaned slightly and looked at the camera, “unfortunately.” Sebastian laughed causing you to smile, “I’m just kidding. He is also a good friend of mine.”

Sebastian looked down at the card, “okay last one. Are y/n y/l/n and Emily Blunt friends?”

“Why is everyone so concerned with who I’m friends with? But unfortunately I don’t think I have the ability to call me and Emily Blunt friends. I’ve met her a few times and she is a really wonderful person, one of the sweetest people ever. But I’m not sure if she would consider me a friend.”

“Alright next one, what is y/n y/l/n? What is y/n y/l/n’s real name?”

“y/n y/l/n. Next one!”

“What is y/n y/l/n known for.”

“I’m usually recognized for playing Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat in the MCU. Or my role in Game Of Thrones.” You threw the slip on the ground and reached to peel back the next one, “What is y/n y/l/n like in real life?” You looked over to Sebastian with pursed lips, “I guess you should answer this.”

He laughed slightly and smiled, “Y/n is wonderful. She is the sweetest, most beautiful girl you could ever meet.”

You awed softly as you leaned against, wrapping and arm around his middle to hug him quickly. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you backed up, “that was super sweet thank you.” You adjusted yourself before looking back at him, “remind me to pay you for saying that later.”

“What is y/n y/l/n’s Instagram?”

“it’s just y/n y/l/n. No spaces, nothing.”

“What is y/n y/l/n doing now?”

You smiled at the camera, gesturing to the scenery. “This wired autocomplete interview.”

“that’s such a creepy question.” Sebastian said through laughter, “what were they hoping for by searching that?”

You laughed loudly, “well I can tell y’all that typically it’s me in my pajamas eating.” Sebastian nodded as he threw the card behind him.

He clapped his hands loudly, “next one!”

You shook your head fondly as you accepted another one about Sebastian, “is Sebastian Stan…”

“Is Sebastian Stan married?”

“not yet.” Sebastian quickly peeled off the next one, “rapid fire time.”

“Is Sebastian Stan in game of thrones?”

“nope, not that fortunate unlike someone in the room.”

“Is Sebastian Stan single?” You quirked your brow at him, “Well depending on how he answers this question…”

Sebastian chuckled and lightly rubbed the back of his neck, “Nope.”

“Is Sebastian Stan in endgame?” You pursed your lips in question and looked to your fiancé, “can we answer that?”

Sebastian looked to the ceiling in thought, “ummm….? I’m gonna say I can’t answer that just to be safe because I have no idea when this interview will be uploaded.

“Alright last one, is Sebastian Stan in the Martian?”

“I am.” You tossed the card behind you as Sebastian took the last one.

“Okay this is the last one about y/n. Who is y/n y/l/n?”

You cringed slightly, “ummm this? I don’t know that’s a very deep question.”

Sebastian stroked in chin in exaggerated thought, “yes let’s dive deep into who you are.” You rolled your eyes at him and gestured for him to move on, “Is y/n y/l/n nice?”

You looked dead into the camera and popped your p, “nope.”

“Is y/n y/l/n a twin?”

“No.” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “that’s funny that this came up actually because a lot of people ask me that. Maybe there’s someone out there who looks like me? I don’t know.”

“Is y/n y/l/n Canadian?”

“nope. Born and raised in Florida, that’s sweet that they thought I was Canadian though.”

“Is y/n y/l/n a natural y/h/c?”

“I am but due to the lots of hair dying due to my film roles, I usually will dye my hair back to this color so the transition is less obvious. So I guess there are times when this color is exaggerated but right now I’m all natural sooo.”

Sebastian groaned quietly as he was handed another card, “how many of these are there? Ooh this one is about the both of us.”

“Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n dating?”

“yes.”

“Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n happy?”

“aww how nice of them to ask. I’m happy.” You looked over to Sebastian, “are you happy?”

“very.” He leaned over to press a light kiss to your lips. “Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n wedding?”

“are we wedding?” You laughed slightly, “uhhh yes eventually we will be wedding.”

“what are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n’s daughters’ names?”

Sebastian gave a curious glance to the card and then at you, “since when have we had daughters?”

You laid a hand on his knee softly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You both started laughing as Sebastian shook his head.

“very funny.”

Your eyes widened as you accepted another card, “Another one? Okay let’s go fast. How old is Sebastian stan and y/n?”

“That’s bad grammar.”

You pointed into the camera, “and rude to ask a person’s age. What is the age difference between Sebastian stan and y/n?”

“not important.”

“what is going on with Sebastian stan and y/n?”

Sebastian huffed, “what is going on with us?”

You looked into the camera and shrugged, “if only we knew.”

Sebastian took the last card, “okay last one. How old are Sebastian and y/n?”

“Not important.”

“how many years apart are Sebastian and y/n?”

“not important.”

“how tall are Sebastian and y/n?”

“wow that is also just not important. He’s taller than me though, obviously.”

Sebastian tossed the card, “that’s it.”

“that’s it? We’re done. Awesome! Well thank you to everyone who googled stuff and may I recommend going outside once and a while?” Sebastian just laughed at you as the video ended.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Part of Your World

Characters: Dean Winchester x black!reader

Summary: Its basically a Little Mermaid AU (still in the SPN realm) with a dash of African mythology.

Warnings: A couple of puns, because I couldn’t help myself lol

A/N: My love of Disney caused me to write another fic based on one of my fave princesses. Also it was inspired by this post I saw and then I had to do my own research, because I was so interested. I need more African mythology in fantasy! Anyways, as usual this is for the black girls that done feel seen in the show or the fandom! I hope you enjoy!

Humans were bad. They were selfish, careless, and evil. Or that’s what you were supposed to believe, according to your mother. But to you they were interesting and not as bad as your mother made them out to be. Just like merpeople some were as your mother described, but most were good or at least trying to be better. That’s why you had to save them.

One day when you were swimming up to the surface and saw a bunch of protectors of the land. Those things they called cars were flashing red and blue lights. There was a dead body on the shore and the person’s wounds were unnatural for another human to cause. So, naturally you investigated.

Since the time you were a teen, you would sneak on land to watch the humans up close and personal. Your Aunt Iliana was the sea witch. She gifted you with a necklace that allowed you walk on land. According to her, your destiny was on land, which is why your mother banned you from swimming too close to land and keeping you away from your aunt.

This time you were making your trek to land every night. Scuttle, your skin-walker friend allowed you to work at his bar and you hoped to catch some gossip on the murders. Tonight, was busier than usual. You were running from one end of the bar to the other and not catching a word about the killings. That was until you heard an alluring voice. It was deep, slightly gravelly, but smooth and could easily lull you to sleep.

“Dude, I’m putting money it’s a witch. That’s the only reasonable explanation.” Dean argued with his brother. They had been in town for 2 days and no leads whatsoever. All they had was a bunch of guys who suddenly had a turn of bad luck, lost all their money and died of on land drowning.

Not only were you attracted to this man’s voice, but he was looking into the murders too! You had to make yourself known. Turning around just in time you saw him finish his drink. He was the most perfect man you’ve seen. His green eyes rivaled the coral reefs vibrant color. His lips were unexpectedly plump for a man of his shade. His jaw was set hard, but you could tell he had a soft nature.

“Stop staring and talk to the man!” Scuttle encouraged you while tending to other patrons.

“Stop being a guppy, Y/N!” You told yourself before making your way to the man. Pointing at his empty glass, you asked the stranger if he wanted another drink.

Dean had to do a double take. The beautiful bartender was talking to him. He noticed her all night. When she was walking up and down the bar, she was singing to herself and he thought she had a beautiful voice. Some of the time Dean would tune Sam out just to listen to her.

“Yes, please. Can you make it a double?”

Shaking your head yes, you brought out the good liquor. Scuttle would most likely kill you, but you needed information and the best way to get it was making this beautiful stranger’s lips loose. “On the house,” you mentioned when you saw he was about to object for the pricey whiskey.

“Thank you.” He gave you a loop-sided smile and you walked away, not wanting to push too quickly. “Wait,” he called out, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a picture of him in some fancy suit saying FBI Agent Dean Plant. “I’m Agent Plant and this is Agent Page,” he pointed to the taller man next to him, “have you seen any of these gentlemen here?”

Dean stared at the red-haired beauty as she stared at the photos of the male victims. It wasn’t like him to be so mesmerized by a woman that he didn’t even notice her pointing out the latest victim.

“Yeah, he was here. I remembered because he seemed so sad, so I decided to check on him.”

Agent Plant perked up and leaned forward on the bar, “Do you know what had him so upset?”

You wanted to look at Dean, but his green eyes made your stomach flutter like a school of fish, so you paid attention to his partner. “Um, something about how he made a bad deal and lost all his money and his girlfriend.”

The two brothers turned towards each other and silently communicated that they both thought it was a demon deal. Quickly, they both stood up and paid for the drinks. “Thank you! We’ll be back tomorrow.” Dean smiled at you before following his brother out the bar.

For a while you stood there in a trance. He was coming back tomorrow! You would have to tell Scuttle to take you shopping for some more clothes.

“Don’t do it.”

“Huh?” Scuttle’s voice startled you to the present.

“He’s a hunter and human. Both things your mother hates the most. Secretly help them and go on about your life.” Scuttle warned, then attended to another bar patron.

--

Too bad you didn’t listen to Scuttle, because now you were in trouble.

The following night, Dean and Sam came back they seemed discouraged. Turned out their lead was a bust. No demon deals occurred in this town according to Crowley.

Throughout the night, you would eavesdrop on their conversation about the case and it was becoming clearer to you what exactly were killing these men. Because of a festival that happened earlier that day, the bar was slammed, and you didn’t get to tip off Dean and Sam about what they were hunting before they left.

Time to time your best friends, Sebastian and Floyd would escort you on land to ensure your safety. No one wanted to feel the wrath of your mother if something bad were ever to happen to you.

“Fellas, I need one of you to cover for me.” You leaned across the bar already batting your eyes. It was always a struggle to get these two to do something without a little coercion.

“Why?” Sebastian ran his hands through his dreads, he was already suspecting you were up to no good.

“So, I can tell the hunters what’s killing the humans.” You rushed out, then tried to leave but Sebastian stopped you.

“Uh huh. No way, missy. We all agreed that you would do it without outing yourself.” Sebastian was the harder of the two to convince. Being your mother’s court advisor made him be more overprotective of you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. Humans are already scary, but hunters are terrifying.” Floyd shivered at the idea of talking to one. He could already imagine his tail as a trophy on some hunter’s wall.

You ruffled your friend’s kinky blue curls. “Don’t be guppy, Floyd.” Finished messing up his hair, you ran out the bar. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission. It was always that way with those two. You wanted to do something, they would say it was a bad idea, and then you would do it anyway. Those two should’ve learned by now.

You didn’t have to go far since Scuttle’s bar was on the beach and Dean and Sam were already there. It looked like they were inspecting something, when you saw hands made of water grab onto the two and drug them into the sea.

It was her; you knew it. Shedding your clothes, you dived into the water. You couldn’t bask in the water like you usually would after a day on land. Cutting through the current you found the men drowning and the mysterious water hands gone. She didn’t need to kill them instantly. The depths she brought them to would do the job for her. She just didn’t count on you to come in and save the day.

You were a lot stronger in water than on land, so it was easy to drag both men up to the surface. Hopefully, she didn’t have eyes on you. She had eyes everywhere in the water.

You took them to your hidden grotto you used to come onto land or just to think alone. Using your powers to manipulate water, you expelled the water from their lungs.

Dean was the first one coming into consciousness. It was the same voice from last night. The bartender, he thought. He sat up to thank her, but she wasn’t there. The only thing he thought he saw was a fin.

“Sammy!?” Dean rolled over to his brother. He slapped him to jolt him awake.

Sam sat up, out of sorts for a moment. “Dude, what the hell was that?” He dragged a hand over his face.

Dean shook his head. “Man, I don’t know.”

The brothers sat there confused not knowing what the hell they were gonna do.

--

You watched the brothers leave the grotto from behind a rock formation. Once they were gone, you emerged from your hiding spot.

“Helping hunters?” She clicked her tongue. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought a daughter of Cora’s would know better.” Mami Wata stood above you in all white, draped in the most expensive jewels, stoking the head of her snake. This was the first time she appeared to you and you were in awe despite the circumstances.

“You’re killing innocent men. What else am I supposed to do?” Normally, you would speak to her with respect, but this situation did not call for it. People were dying.

“They’re not innocent. I promised them riches in exchange for fidelity. They broke the agreement.”

She was right. Those men did make the deals of their own free will, but what she was doing didn’t sit right with you. “But you didn’t have to kill them. Other Mami Watas leave them broke.”

“Who are you to question me?!” Her voice echoed, causing some of the rocks to shake. “Sorry,” Mami Wata regained her composure when she saw you tremble in fear. “I like you, Princess Y/N. You’re strong-spirited, but I can’t have you in my way, but I also promised your mother I would protect her offspring.”

“Then what now?” You crossed your arms with an attitude. Mami Wata released the python that was wrapped around her into the water.

The green creature slithered up to your neck and squeezed tightly. “It’ll be hard for you to help the hunters without that beautiful voice of yours.” In a panic, you clutched your neck trying to speak, but it was already too late. Mami Wata already took your voice.

The snake went back to its satisfied owner. “A little piece advice,” Mami Wata looked at you with pity. “The one with the green eyes, don’t fall for him. The pale ones are always the worst.” She chuckled as she made her exit.

Even though, you didn’t have your voice, you had to find a way to warn the hunters.

--

Sam and Dean were going crazy. All they could come up with is that they were possibly dealing with the god, Poseidon and even that sounded far-fetched for them.

They were knee-deep in research when there was a knock on their door. Both brothers grabbed their guns and Sam looked out the peephole. “It’s the bartender from the other night.”

Dean shoved his little brother out the way. “Smooth, dude.” Sam mumbled at a flustered Dean. Opening the door, Dean greeted you. In return you waved back. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

You shook your head vigorously, excited that he remembered your name.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. Oh shit! How were you gonna let him now you were there to help?

An idea popped in your head. You held up a finger and brought out the cellphone Scuttle bought for you. Unlocking the phone, all the words were gibberish to you when they shouldn’t be. You were fluent in all languages. Mami Wata must’ve cursed all your modes of communications. Son of a bitch!

“Woah!” Dean lifted his arms as you pushed pass him when you saw a photo of one of the victims. Grabbing it you motioned to the boys you could help. They were confused to why you weren’t speaking and even more confused on how you knew another victim.

“Dean, I think she’s connected somehow.” You eagerly waved the photo in agreeance. Sam crouched down to assure you he wasn’t a threat. “Did you lose your voice because you know who did this?” Sam clapped his hands in victory when you confirmed his suspicion.

Dean wanted to believe you were there to help, but he could never be too careful. He’s been burned too many times before. “How do we know you’re not the one doing the killings?”

Pinching your nose and pointing to the boys, you reenacted their drowning and you pulling them out. “You’re the one who saved us? How?” Dean scanned you up and down, there was no way you had the strength to pull him AND his brother. Well, no way if you were only human.

Of course, they wouldn’t believe you. To them you were a human woman. You puckered your face like you seen humans do to imitate fish, then you pointed to your closed legs and made swimming motions with your hands.

“No way.” Sam thought out loud.

“What,” Dean asked, still in the dark.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Man, you were always bad at charades.”

“I’m not!” Dean sputtered like a child.

“I think she’s a mermaid.”

“Sam, don’t you think we would’ve heard of them being real?” Dean couldn’t wrap his head around the idea.

Dean’s disbelief caused an argument between the boys. They were too busy with trying to be right that they didn’t notice you taking off your clothes. There was only one way to end this argument. Just in your bra you tapped your seashell necklace and prepared for the fall.

At the sound of something falling, Sam and Dean stopped arguing. “Oh shit!” They simultaneously said, realizing Sam was right.

It was uncomfortable to have your tail and not be near water, so you transformed back to legs in forth of them. When Sam and Dean noticed you were naked down below, they quickly turned their backs to you.

After you were dressed properly, you tapped both on their broad shoulders. Questions were flying at you. Was it another mermaid behind the killings? How many mermaids are there? Are you a good or bad mermaid? How do you have sex?

You pointed to the photos to direct the hunters’ attention (more Dean than Sam) back to the case. “Oh yeah, the case.” Dean sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “You said you knew who’s behind the murders, right?”

Nodding yes, you began thinking of how to act out Mami Wata. Jumping up and down you got the boys’ attention when you figured it out.

You mimicked the motion parents do when they rock their babies. “Cradle? Rocking?” Dean guessed.

“Baby?!” Sam called out. You smiled at his correct guess, but that wasn’t the word they needed, it was only a connection.

Pointing between you and your imaginary baby, you hoped they would get it.

“Mom?”

“Mother?”

“Mama?”

“Mommy?” Dean threw out. You squeezed his cheeks and gave him a kiss.

Dean gave Sam a superior look. “And you said I was bad at charades.” Sam ignored his brother’s smug smirk and paid attention to you searching for something. Your eyes lit up when you found it. This should be easy.

“Water?” Dean asked and it earned him another kiss from you.  He smiled victoriously at Sam. Now he wanted to play charades with you all the time.

Combining the two words, Sam asked you, “Mommy water?” Close enough. You knew they weren’t familiar with the dialect. You nodded your head yes and Sam began searching it. “Okay, I think I got it.” Sam announced after a few minutes. “Mami Wata?” He looked to you for approval. You jumped over to him and placed a big kiss on Sam’s cheek.

“Shut up,” Dean told Sam before he could say something smart. “What are we dealing with?”

“Okay, lore says Mami Wata is an African water goddess. She can take an appearance of a mermaid or human. Either way she’s extremely beautiful, like Aphrodite beautiful.”

Dean hovered above his brother. “Enough with the backstory. Why is she killing dudes?”

Sam scrolled down further until he found what he wanted. “I think I got it. Mami Wata appears to some men and promise them riches and good fortune as long as they remain faithful to her. Cheat and you’ll lose everything. Sometimes even your life.”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. How do we kill her?”

Sam leaned back and sighed at what he read. “Wooden stake dipped in the blood of one of their living victims.”

Dean started browsing the local newspaper. He remembered something sticking out. He shook the paper when he found the article about a man winning the two million dollars lottery. “Boom! I think we got our next victim.” He started grabbing his belongings. “Sammy, Y/N, let’s roll.”

--

It was always a set-up. The men Mami Wata made deals with were notorious cheaters. She knew they would break the deal and cheat. With some teamwork, preparation, and some luck the three of you were able to kill her before she got to her next victim.

“You know it would be nice to have a mermaid on Team Free Will.” Dean desperately wanted to spend more time with you.

You intertwined your fingers with Dean’s. “I wish, but I belong in the ocean. Princess duties.”

Dean nodded his head to himself. “Well, let me leave you with a parting gift.”

Dean’s lips were less than an inch away from yours when you heard your mom’s voice. “Y/N!” She was flanked by a sulking Sebastian and Floyd.

You wasted no time going to her. For her to be on land meant you were deep in trouble. You gave Dean one more glance, taking in his features for the last time.

--

Tears feel from your eyes as Sebastian and Floyd tried to comfort you. Your mother really banned you from the kingdom. Sneaking to land? Forgivable. Almost kissing a human? Forgivable. But killing her goddess? Unforgivable, apparently.

Your friends assured you the queen would change her mind. Despite your different beliefs, you were her favorite because you were so similar. But how long would it take for her to change her mind? Your mother could hold a grudge.

“Y/N?” Dean called into the grotto. Behind him was Sam and Scuttle. “What’s wrong?” He sat by you and pulled you into a hug.

Sebastian splashed some water on him.

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Don’t you think you’ve helped enough? Both of you?” Sebastian glared at both brothers.

“What did we do?” Sam asked, a little scared of the abnormally buff merman.

Splashing some water with your tail, you admonished your friend. “Don’t mind Seb, he’s always crabby.”

“I get crabby when my princess and friend gets banished because she helped hunters.”

Sticking up a finger, you corrected him. “For your information I got in trouble for killing Mami Wata.”

Sam knelt by you, feeling horrible that him and Dean were the cause of your current predicament “Is it true?”

“That I got banned? Yeah, but it’s not your fault. I knew this could happen. I’m just bummed I have to find a new home.”

Scuttle laid a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N/N, you always have a home with me.”

Sam and Dean traded looks with each other, this was their fault and they needed to fix it. “Or…” Dean drew out. “You can live with us, hunt with us.” Dean saw the debate in your eyes. “That’s only if you want to. No pressure.” He added nervously.

When your eyes lit up, Floyd began shaking his head no. “Y/N, nuh uh! There’s vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and demons!”

“Stop being a guppy, Floyd!” Your Aunt Iliana chuckled as she swam up with her dolphin, Pica. “This is where she’s meant to be.” She gave you a knowing smirk.

Her prophecy! You remembered. Sliding back in the water you gave your aunt and friends hugs and kisses goodbye. You promised them to visit as much as you could.

With a press to your necklace, your tail turned into legs and with some magic from Aunt Iliana you had clothes on this time.

“Ready?” Dean offered his hand.

You put your hand in his. “Yeah.” It sucked to be kicked out of your world, but now you could be a part of Dean’s.

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

The One

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Suzanne Annucci (second person; you; you’re)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, minor freak out about pregnancy and renal disease

Summary: You try to work on your body to become healthier in more ways than one. Sebastian is your coach in more than just fitness--he’s your life coach as well. You can’t imagine yourself with anyone other than him. Your birthday is coming close, but this time, you both have a surprise for each other...

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Part Five

Author’s Note: This is the sixth part of seven parts of the commission for @sea040561​.

Your reflection stares back at you, reminding you that you can keep going, that you have more energy inside you. Sebastian stands behind you, giving you a thumbs-up as encouragement that he is always going to support you. You can do this, Suzy. It’s okay one more rep. You got this. You grip the handlebars of the barbell tightly, and with a deep breath, you begin your last rep.

Sebastian stands behind you to spot you in case anything were to happen. You go into a squatting position with the barbell on your shoulders. Holding it there for five seconds, you stand up straight. You repeat this process twelve more times before your body tells you that it needs a break. Sebastian helps you put the barbell back where it’s supposed to, and you practically hobble over to a nearby bench.

“You did so well!” he encourages.

“Thanks,” you chuckle, out of breath.

Ever since you got your new kidney, you wanted to change who you were--physically. You wanted to be more healthy, lost your fat, and gained muscle. You wanted to be healthier mentally and physically. Sebastian practically lept for joy when you asked him for his help. He loves working out, and he never says no to helping someone else better themselves. Of course, he knows when to push you and when to not, and right now, he knows to give you a break. You’ve been working so hard these past five months. Since that night you two had sex for the first time, you realized you needed to make a few changes about yourself.

You’re eating a lot better than you were, even though you were limited on what you could eat before your new kidney. You’re trying a lot of new stuff that Sebastian cooks for you. He loves to use the kitchen for almost anything, so you’re getting five-star meals almost every night. He loves to experiment with food, and you’re his little tester.

He still lives with Chris, but it’s practically your home too. You offered to have Sebastian move in with you to give Chris his own space, but Chris insisted on having you there with the both of them. Some part of you believes that he doesn’t want to let Sebastian go so quickly, but eventually, you two will need to get your own place.

It’s only a matter of time now.

“Want to go one more time? Then we can head home,” Sebastian suggests.

You look at the time in shock at the realization you’ve been at the gym for nearly an hour.

“Yeah, we can go one more time. Do this with me.”

You and Sebastian get up to do the next set together. He’s a good coach, and it’s not with stuff in the gym. He takes you on hiking dates that you absolutely love because you’ve always been a nature lover. To hike through the woods only to come out on top and watch the view is something everyone should experience.

“Are we almost there?” you pant.

You two have been hiking for a while now, and you’re starting to get tired. If Sebastian doesn’t take you to the top soon, then you’re going to melt into a puddle and wash away.

“Yeah, we’re nearly there. Just a few more minutes. You got this.”

He takes your hand and helps you up the rest of the way. The clearing comes into view, and you smile widely at the accomplishment. Before, you could have never done this, so to be able to finish at the top is overwhelming. You’re experiencing things you never got to before, and that makes you want to cry.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asks when he sees a tear roll down your face.

“I just never thought I’d get to see this in person,” you say.

“You’re seeing it now because you did it. You finished the hike,” he grins.

He wraps his arms around your waist as you two stare at the sunset. The pretty colors reflect off the trees, causing the area to dim in a light pink hue.

“We finished it,” you smile widely.

You tried doing some stuff before your new kidney, but you could only do easy yoga poses to keep your body flexible and used to working out. Your doctor approved of the poses you wanted to do, but now that you are able to do a lot more, Sebastian agreed to do some with you. He’s not a big yoga fan to begin with, but he likes it when he's doing it with you.

We don’t have to do this for long if you don’t want to,” you say as you bring the yoga mats into the living room.

Chris is in his room playing some game, so you and Sebastian will have the living room to yourself. You already popped in the yoga DVD, and all you have to do is hit play.

“I don’t mind doing this with you. I just don’t like doing it alone,” he chuckles.

You two set the mats up, and you hit the play button. You start off easy just to get your body used to bending and flexing before you go into the much harder positions. Since you’ve been doing this before you were healthy, you’re able to do these a lot easier than Sebastian can. He’s able to do the easy positions just fine, but when you get to the intermediate ones, that’s when he has a bit of trouble.

This one is a bit of cliche, but you love to do the Downward Dog pose as it stretches out your calves and your back. Sebastian can do it, but can only hold it for a few seconds before he needs to stop. You can hold it for much longer, which is why you’re still in the position when Sebastian falls back on his yoga mat.

“This is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be,” Sebastian laughs.

“Practice makes perfect, babe,” you laugh.

Sebastian can’t help but stare at your ass. The yoga pants make it looks so round and plump, and the yoga position makes it stick out. You don’t hear anything from him for another thirty seconds, and you peek over at him to see his eyes glued to your ass.

“Having fun?” you ask.

“What?” he mumbles.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joke.

“Can I?” he asks seriously.

All you do is laugh.

You’ve been working your ass off to get to where you are now. You used to be two hundred pounds, and now you’re down to one-fifty. It’s not your end goal, but you’re much happier than you were before. It’s all thanks to Sebastian, honestly. He’s the reason you’re alive. He’s the reason you’re healthy. He’s the reason you’re losing this much weight. He’s the reason why you’re so damn happy. You can’t imagine your life without him now.

It’s all because of him, and you can’t ever fully repay him.

The healthier you’ve become, the more you and Sebastian have been active together--in every sense of the word. There’s a lot more to sex than you thought, and you and Sebastian have been exploring every side of it together. It’s been amazing, but the one thing you haven’t prepared for is pregnancy, and you’re it.

Sebastian doesn’t know about the pregnancy, but since your birthday is near, you’re going to tell him then. It��s kind of like giving him a present, but it’s really for both of you. You know he’s planned a romantic dinner, so you’ll tell him then. Your birthday is not for another five days, but Sebastian wanted to have dinner before then. You know he’s just excited to celebrate with you, and you can’t blame him. There will be something special on the actual day, but you’re okay with celebrating it early.

“Sebastian, this is just beautiful,” you comment on the meal he’s prepared.

“Chris helped.”

“Well, I’ll thank him later, then.”

“Happy early birthday,” he grins.

He kisses you slowly, appreciating every inch of your lips.

“I have a present for you,” you whisper against his lips.

“For me? It’s your birthday.”

He grabs the wine and pours you both a glass, and you bite your lip nervously. You have to do this now because it’s going to seem weird if you don’t have the wine.

“Well, it’s for both of us. I just hope you like it.”

You grab the present that contains the two pregnancy sticks you’ve wrapped and hand it over to him. He doesn’t waste any time ripping it open. He’s curious about what it could be, and if there is one thing you know about Sebastian, is that he’s impatient when it comes to receiving presents. He practically tosses the tissue paper on the floor to get to the present, and when he has it in his hands, he just freezes.

It takes him a second for his brain to register just what he has in his hands, and he locks eyes with you. You do see happiness in his eyes, but you see fear masking it from the front. Why would he be scared about this? Does he not want a child? What will happen then?

“Are you okay?” you ask dreadfully.

“You’re pregnant?”

“It’d be a horrible joke if I wasn’t.”

“What if your body can’t handle pushing out a baby? What if you die during birth because you only have one kidney? What if--”

“Sebastian, calm down,” you interrupt, taking his hands in yours. “I’m going to die. Women with one kidney give birth all the time. I’m healthy. This baby is going to be healthy. I’ll be fine.”

“You promise?” he whispers.

“Yes, of course, I do.”

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby,” you grin.

“You just totally ruined my present, but that’s okay,” he sniffles.

“What was your present?” you ask and set the tests off to the side.

He does say anything as he reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve the ring he’s been holding onto for the past few weeks. He’s been trying to find the perfect time to pop the question and what better time to do it now? Chris helped him pick out the perfect ring after they basically raided your jewelry box when you weren't home.

He gets out of his chair and drops to one knee, and your right hand covers your mouth in shock. Tears spill down your cheeks and over your hand, but you ignore them.

“Suzanne, I haven’t been this happy in such a long time, and I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be the one I’d marry. I saw you becoming the mother of my children, I saw a white picket fence and a huge yard with two dogs. I picture dying at your side in our death beds when you’re eighty years old. I picture you by my side through it all, and that can only happy if you say yes. So, will you do me the honor of becoming your husband?”

“Yes,” you chuckle-cry.

He gets up and slides the ring onto your left ring finger, and you pull him in to kiss him. The food has been long forgotten, not even touched. To be honest, you’re not sure if it will ever be touched tonight because you have a lot of things on your mind, but food is not one of them. For example, you’re waiting until the baby is born before you start planning for a wedding because the stress that comes from being pregnant is enough for you to handle. You don’t need to add on the stress that comes with planning a wedding.

Chris stands off to the side with a wide smile on his face. All he wanted was some water, but he’s not thinking about that right now. Sebastian told him you were the one for him, and it’s true. He couldn’t find a better person for Sebastian, and he for you.

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[lincolnonline]

[HERMAN TØMMERAAS, CIS MALE, HE/HIM] who’s that? oh it’s LINCOLN CLARINGTON-SMYTHE. i hear they’re TWENTY and are known as THE NARCISSIST around NEW YORK CITY. they're also a SELF-EMPLOYED FILM MAKER, have a voice like COLTON RYAN. they’re known to be CONFIDENT & EASY-GOING and PETTY & IMPULSIVE. some people say they remind them of CAMPY HORROR MOVIES, RUNNING FOR THE BUS IN YOUR HIGHEST STILETTOS, FAKE BLOOD STAINS ALL OVER YOUR CALVIN KLEIN & DANCING IN YOUR UNDERWEAR TO YOUR FAVORITE SONGS. only one way to find out! [facie, 21, she/her, aest]

BASICS

Full Name: Lincoln Antonio Clarington-Smythe

Nickname: Link.

Birthday: 12th of March

Age: Twenty

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Hometown: Westerville, Ohio.

Residing: New York City.

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation / Activities: Self-employed.

LIKES/DISLIKES

LIKES: horror movies, trashy early 2000’s clothes & music, wearing copious amounts of strawberry lip gloss before kissing someone, starting twitter drama, reading people their horoscopes from teen magazines, running for the bus in his heels just to prove he can, archery, kpop girl groups.

DISLIKES: coffee, fake-deep music, desaturated colors, snitches, boring romantic period pieces, family members who buy him watches and cologne when they know very well he wants more monster high dolls to add to his collection, critics who don’t get his movies, his stupid ex-boyfriend pierre. fuck you pierre!

TL;DR BIO

The son of Sebastian & Hunter Clarington-Smythe and the most expensive ( and conventionally good looking ) surrogate they could find, Lincoln is always doing his best to both represent his family and break the mold. In high school, Link was known for causing trouble and being promiscuous, and now that he’s out in the world....nothing has changed. With his dads paying for his every whim and a half-decent apartment to call his own, Link is preparing to create bigger & more ambitious film projects and has found himself in New York in order to gain inspiration.

READ ABOUT LINK’S ADVENTURES UP TO THIS POINT HERE!

BUT FOLLOWING ALL THAT...

After getting kicked out of Dalton his junior year, Link truly found himself at McKinley. And while he wasn’t a huge fan of dealing with the slushing and stupid Glee club drama, he stuck with the club until his graduation. Or lack off. During this time, Link was also working on his first feature film and that unfortunately meant that Link skipped a lot of classes. Then, of course, there was the surprise his dads dropped on him that he would heading out to France as an exchange student for a few months. While in Paris, Link spent all his time drinking wine, ignoring his school work, and making out with his sexy Parisian boyfriend, Pierre. By the time Link headed back to Ohio, he brought with him a fuck-ton of berets and an insanely fake French accent.

Once he graduated ( with his heart broken, no thanks to fucking Pierre) , Link took his first edit of ‘Conversion Camp Slaughterhouse Blood-Bath Blitz Part 1: Lights Out At Eight’ and a bag to New York city and entered it to as many film festivals he could. While reception was...mixed in terms of the theme and the painfully long title, Link knew it was only the beginning and begged his dads for the chance to make the move up to the city of lights. After some bargaining and some empty promises on Link’s part about getting a job, Link found himself with a half-decent apartment, some nice film equipment and a new found love of kpop girl groups ( they were bad ass bitches! what could he say! ) and was ready to take on the world.

Saying that, life in NYC hasn’t been all sunshine. In Ohio, Link was a big, slutty fish in a small, ugly pond but in New York, there seems to be another fashionable gay for every drop of rain. And while he’d never say he missed Lima, he did miss his family and his sister & his niece. Still, he knew it would be worth it once he finally was able to get studio backing and get his movies onto a mainstream streaming platform and into the zeitgeist. Link was going to be the new frontier of film-making, he knew it would happen soon.